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Waiting for you

... that I moaned out loud. I felt my juices running out of me to moisten my inner thigh; I had never experienced anything like it and frankly would never have imagined the excitement that it could have aroused in me. After a moment of calm, in which my mind was anything but, I felt his strong arms envelop me from behind. He kissed my neck as tenderly as anyone ever had and his hands settled on my breasts. He casually pulled the minimal material of my bra off my breasts and started delicately running his fingers over my areolas and nipples. He continued to kiss my neck and I felt warm and safe. As previously though, the pleasure and comfort proved to be finite; the warmth of his body quickly abandoning mine. Again I was stood alone, blind and clueless as to what was coming next. This time it was my breasts that were targeted; my erect nipples screamed out in pain, as did I. The pain developed into a sting, that itself morphed into a wave of pleasure that flooded my body. I had to breath harder than usual through the damp material that was plugged in my mouth, and my head was alive with ideas. I let out a muffled moan with the next strike to my tender buds, but this time it was a cry of abandon to help dilute the pain and in anticipation of the pleasure that would follow. The flashes out of the night continued to fall on my naked flesh and I adjusted to the chaos that surrounded me and embraced it. I don't know how long this went on for but at one point, as I was anticipating the ...

... next impact, I heard a click and the room was dramatically flooded with light. I closed my eyes to avoid the blinding bulbs and then started opening them again slowly to make sense of my surroundings. My initial reaction was absolute confusion, as I saw him both head on and from behind. As I concentrated my attention on my own body I was shocked by the red marks against my pale skin, and again from all angles. I wondered if it was my eyes, freshly liberated from the dark, that were playing tricks on me but I quickly realized that the madness of the images was due to mirrors. They lined the entire room, walls and ceiling. I was wide eyed in wonder as I adjusted to my new surroundings and took in the various contraptions and objects that were present; some of which I recognized from the images in the hallway. In the middle of it all was a woman with a bra just hanging, no longer cupping her breasts, her mouth vulgarly stuffed, red marks streaked across her skin. The woman was a depraved mess and that depraved mess was me of course except that the mirrors allowed me an objective detachment from reality. What I saw turned me on to the highest point and I physically trembled as I absorbed the spectacle. "Welcome to my pleasure room Samantha, I hope you enjoy it," he smiled simply. I looked back at him, my eyes begging him to fuck me. He walked towards me and took a nipple between his lips, sucking as his tongue circled and drew a hand up between my legs and began to rub it over my ...